I walk underneath darkened sky
heavy steps, boots full of mire
A ***** ***** lays over my shoulder
and in my eyes shines a fire

Tombstones grow from tormented soil
like broken teeth they protude from the ground
flickering shadows from the light of my lantern
and exept my steps, not a single sound

But then it starts, and my steps die away
a whisper of doom and a sudden wheeze
light voices from all around
a cold wind and a steady breeze

I start to dig a grave, ***** for *****
I dig a hole into the ground
Ignoring those voices, in my head
that tell me to stop and turn around

I know all those voices, I've heard them before
every time. when I step on this yard
I learned to ignore them, and to stick to my work
And to dig the graves, part for part

inside those cemetery walls,
where I started walking
you just have to be quiet
to hear dead men talking

And as a gravedigger
I heard many tales